Invader Zim x Reader: Phase of Moon

6: A "Date" with Dib

A loud shreik filled my ears and for a moment, I thought she was going to attack me then and there. Seconds passed, but I did not feel any pain or hear any more noises. My eyes opened to see Ms. Bitters back a few feet away from me with her head slightly lowered. "Just leave already. My mind has a lot to process, forget this ever happened," she whispered in a low tone that even my ears had a hard time picking up. I could sense that she was feeling guilty, probably from confronting me on something my mother did. Losing everything you once knew, that would be emotionally devastating for anyone. I quietly walked over to the door and left the classroom leaving Ms. Bitters alone. Dib did not appear to be in the hallway, so I assumed that he was waiting outside. Sure enough, when I opened the door to leave the building there he was sitting on the steps. He heard the door open and turned to see me walk out.

"Hey sorry I didn't mean to make you wait," I apologise as he shook his head. "It's okay, it wasn't too long anyways," he gave me a reassuring smile before turning away. "Are you alright?" I ask as we began to walk down the sidewalk together. "Y-yeah it's nothing," he stammered as I wondered if I had made him wait too long. There was this period of awkward silence that lasted between us for a few minutes as we walked together. It was not the silence that was awkward, but the overall vibe I sensed in the air, I only hoped that I was not making him uncomfortable. I wanted to break the ice so that we could have something to talk about that would diminish the awkward vibe, but ironically Dib was the one to speak up. "I'm sure you've noticed this too, but Zim seems to be interested in you or something. It's been bothering me how he seems to act around you. Even when he insulted you in class today, looking back it seems like he may have been defending you," he explained as I began to think deeply about what he said.

"Dib, are you jealous?," I ask as I began to smile wryly."Wha- no! I'm just concerned for you is all!" Dib insisted as his face became flushed. I laughed lightly, which did not help the flushing and may have worsened it to some extent. "I'm sorry, I was just teasing. Can you tell me where we are going?" I asked in a cheerful tone in hopes that I could make him feel better. "It's a surprise," he muttered, still probably annoyed with me that I asked if he was jealous. The silence between us started again, but it only lasted about thirty seconds this time which was an improvement to the previous silence. "So about that stuff you said in class," Dib started as he began to move his hand through his hair. "I meant all of it. I don't care if I get treated differently because of what I like, I'm not going to pretend to be someone I'm not," I say in a serious tone then look to him and began smiling. He did not say anything, but his face began to flush again. I mentally slap myself for yet again making him feel uncomfortable, it seems I need to improve my social skills to prevent things like this from happening.

We continued to walk and as we did, I noticed that the scenery began to change. It seemed as if we were approaching several cute decorative shop stands all lined up on both sides of the road. It was then I realized that this was a festival of some sort. I could see several rides and other attractions set up on a grassy area beside the road. Though it was small, there were already a fair amount of people walking around and enjoying the atmosphere. As we got closer, there seemed to be more people than I thought there were insinuating me to do something that probably was not the best for Dib's unflushed face. My left hand grabbed ahold of his right, for a moment I felt a little nervous about it for some reason. That nervousness was quickly replaced with warmth, which was good because of how cool the outside air was.

"I hope you don't mind, I just don't want to get separated since there are so many people here," I beamed as my face began to feel pleasantly warm as well. "I don't mind, it's actually kind of nice," he admitted as his face became the most flushed it had been all day. Maybe the flushing was not a bad thing after all, as he did not seem unhappy about the situation. The rest of the time we spent together that day went fairly well. We went on a lot of the rides together and checked out many of the little specialty shops. One of the more memorable parts was when we tried these things called macarons, a type of French pastry of sorts. They were one of the sweetest things I had tasted on Earth, but they were also pricey even though they were pretty small. I think we both enjoyed ourselves for the most part, it was a good first date, a really good friendship date.

After a few hours, we began to walk home. Dib wanted to take me to my house first to make sure I got there safely since it was getting late. I assured him that I would be fine getting back home on my own, but he kept insisting so I gave in. The walk back was rather relaxing, there was no awkward silence between us and it seemed as if we kept finding more and more things to talk about. It all seemed to fast though, I suppose it was true that time flies when you are having fun. We arrived at my house much more quickly than what I wanted and then we had to say our goodbyes. Then I had to let his hand go.

"Brother I'm back, do you have any requests for dinner?" I call as I enter my house and close the door. I looked over to the couch to see that he was no longer there. After placing my bag down I walked over to the counter to see a note there, probably left by my brother.

I'll probably be gone by the time you get here. I probably won't come back for a while now, unless it's urgent, anyways thanks for having me.

After I read the note, I picked it up and tossed it into the trash can. It seems like he won't be back for dinner tonight, meaning I could prepare whatever I choose without him commenting on it. Still, even though he was not the nicest brother I could have it was still nice to have company in the house. I let out a relieved sigh as I looked down at my hand, which still felt slightly warm. Briefly touching it with my other hand, I smiled for a moment, then frowned once I came to realization on the entire thing. I cleared my mind and began to sort through dinner recipes in the cookbook on the counter. A few minutes later I began to feel a little light-headed, at least that was until I came across a really good looking recipe that took my mind off of things.